The muzzle of the black hole was pointed at little Hope's head.

Bruce protected the child and retreated, but unfortunately there was no way back.

The killer's action of pulling the trigger was so subtle that the sound of the bracket and the spring colliding fell to Bruce's ears like a death knell.

Bruce suddenly began to feel hopeless, he had only recently woken up from such a powerless nightmare, and now he was going to do it again?

"Please let him go." The boy trembled a little when he heard his voice.

Well, he really wasn't as calm as he thought he was.

Bruce quickly continued: "How about we make a deal? What do you want? Money? I promise to give you a sum of money that cannot be traced back to the source – enough money to live in luxury for the rest of your life. If you are threatened, I can hire more people to protect you, and I know people from GCPD, so it is not difficult to give you an innocent identity and start your life again. But if you kill this child, you will never have a chance. ”

Bruce racked his brains to analyze the positions of the two men and their respective chips.

He doesn't have a lot of chips, but he always has to give it a try.

The killer didn't speak, and his fingers did linger near the trigger a few times.

The price given by the richest young master in Gotham is indeed heartwarming.

But Bruce was a little disappointed with his performance. He adores the resourceful Grey Ghost and the chivalrous Zorro, but when the nightmare strikes, he still can't respond properly - his body isn't strong enough, and his fighting skills aren't good enough to ignore thermal weapons.

In just a few seconds, Bruce thought a lot.

From that dim and bloody alley a few years ago to yesterday's quarrel with Ah Fu. Bruce thinks he's grown enough to deal with danger, so he points the finger at Wayne Enterprises, ignoring Afu's dissuasion and opposition. He declared at the board that he would not tolerate law-breaking and threatened to send anyone who committed the crime to jail — no matter who it was.

Ah Fu is right, he is still too naïve.

A handful of Bureta would have been enough to kill him.

It was useless to say anything ambitious, he was naïve enough to think that others would follow the rules of the game he had set.

If Hope had died here today because of him, he would never have forgiven himself for the rest of his life.

Bruce held the child tightly in his arms, desperately trying to figure out how to get out of it.

At the same time, a certain secret determination slowly took shape in Bruce's mind.

His chagrin and unwillingness almost burned him down.

"Daddy?" Little Hope was smothered in Bruce's arms and asked suspiciously, "Daddy hugged him too tightly, and Hope was a little out of breath." ”

The killer laughed, seemingly taking pleasure in the scene in front of him.

"It's alright, Hope. I swear I'll get you out. "Bruce has retreated to the wall. Leaning against a baseball bat in the corner behind him, Bruce quietly held the baseball bat in his hand by covering it from his body.

The killer scoffed at Master Bruce's useless struggle.

At that moment, the room's smoke alarm suddenly began to spray water.

The hapless killer happened to walk directly below the alarm, and the water slammed his head and face.

Bruce heard him curse under his breath.

But that didn't give Bruce a chance to use the fighting skills he'd learned during this time, and the killer in front of him was clearly battle-hardened, and his muzzle was still firmly pointed at Hope.

But he doesn't seem to be that experienced.

In the blink of an eye, Bruce watched as the man took two steps back, and then somehow tripped over the corpse he had made with his own hands on the ground, and nearly fell. But he was able to stabilize his body again, but he accidentally installed the large wardrobe behind him.

The solid wood carved wardrobe more than one person high fell down so heavily that it almost smashed on the killer.

He took a step to the side, moving nimbly to dodge the smashed closet.

And then it was just right, stepping on the wire.

The bare wires drenched in water were so powerful that Bruce felt like he could even smell the burnt smell of roasted meat.

Bruce:......

The killer fell to the ground and did not move.

It took Bruce five minutes to double-check that the hapless guy had indeed hit the streets.

This is simply outrageous.

Isn't that too hasty? Bruce feels like he's about to see Zorro defeat the enemy and save the heroine Lolita's orgasm, only to suddenly show a vulgar men's panty commercial in the movie theater, and the superhero on the screen instantly turns into a head-scratching chest and greasy wink.

"Daddy?" Little Hope patted Bruce on the shoulder, calmly signaling that he didn't need to be hugged by his father, he was super considerate.

"When are we going home? I want to sleep......"

The child yawned, not caring about the corpses on the ground and the unconscious killer.

Bruce put Hope on the ground with a blank face.

To be honest, a five-year-old cub was not lightweight, and Bruce finally felt a little numb in his arm.

"Tell me, who are you?" Bruce grimly flipped the child upside down, then reached out and began to rub the child's face, making Hope dizzy.

Tactile it does seem to be a human cub.

Bruce watched the child hum and chirp in his hands, tears welling up in his eyes.

Clumsy.

However, everything from the penguin man to the killer just now, everything happened too coincidentally. The whole plot is like a crude third-rate detective novel, and the protagonist relies on the casual conversation of passers-by to get all the clues. Full of deliberately manufactured coincidences and artificially carved plastic reasoning.

Bruce doesn't believe in any coincidences.

"Do you have superpowers?" Bruce frowned and asked, "So how exactly did you do it?" ”

"Daddy, what are you talking about?" The child's mouth was squeezed into a goldfish shape by Bruce, and he could only vaguely express his doubts: "What is a superpower?" ”

Obediently, you won't even refuse.

Bruce stared at the child for several seconds.

"How did you bring him down?"

"He's stupid, he's tripping."

I think you're stupid. Bruce thought to himself.

"Has this happened to you before?"

"Dad, what do you want to say?" There are more and more doubts in the child's eyes. Since seeing Dad today, Hope has felt that Dad has become strange: "Dad, is it Quack going to steal your head in the middle of the night?" ”

...... "You don't have a brain, little fool!"

The two talked with the duck for a long time.

Ten minutes later, Bruce finally gave up.

"Is your real name Hope?" Bruce muttered to himself, "You should be called Lucky, right?" ”

Little Hope really didn't move from beginning to end, but those who dared to move him were out of luck.

Bruce didn't know if he should rejoice or not, and although he made the child cry in a few words at GCPD, the incredible bad luck apparently didn't spread to him.

"Do I need to thank you, little ghost?" Bruce glanced at the unconscious and killer on the ground again.

In the end, he could only take the rope that Hope had turned out of nowhere, and tie up the unlucky egg on the ground with a feeling that he didn't know what it was.

……

Little Hope hummed a song, pulling Bruce in one hand and the one-eyed doll in the other, bouncing around Bruce to search for the villa.

They've searched the villa carefully, and they're working on a second one. Unfortunately, there is no one here, and there are no clues. The villa seems to be just a long-abandoned location dedicated to killing people and goods.

"Dad, shall we play hopscotch?" The child's energy is a mystery, and Hope, who just said that he was going to sleep, is not sleepy now: "You can guess the riddle!" ”

"Hope wants to hear the story Dad told last time!" The child suddenly remembered the ghost story he had heard from his father in the middle of the last time: "What happened after they saw Asmond's bloody face and ripped off his left ear?" ”

What's that?

Bruce suspected he had misheard.

The kid glanced at Bruce with the words 'Daddy was really eaten by Quack', and repeated the episode he remembered, including but not limited to broken hands and feet, blurred heads, and other elements that were inappropriate for children.

“…… Do you usually listen to these stories? Bruce asked with difficulty.

No wonder this child can be calm in the face of death and blood, he also thinks that the child does not understand the meaning of death.

"yes, Daddy doesn't remember?" The child looked at Bruce in surprise: "Dad usually likes to tell Hope stories about the Headless Archbishop, but Hope prefers the cursed painting in the basement!" So can Dad talk about it again today? ”

Bruce began to curse little Hope's irresponsible dad in his mind.

"Why don't you change the story tonight?" Master Wayne, who is still an adult, is trying to recall his childhood not long ago, what is the bedside story when he was a child? But it doesn't seem like the 'Court of Owls, Watch Your Travels' story doesn't seem much better than that of the Headless Horseman.

No, he also has "Daughter of the Sea" and "Snow White".

Bruce decides to wait and let Ah Fu take out all the treasures he had from his childhood.

"Okay!" The child is not very demanding and is easy to meet.

Bruce sighed, sparing death for himself and Hope, and also for the child's problematic homeschooling.

"Do you really not remember your home?" Bruce asked again, dishopefully. James said the child had no last name, could not remember his home address, and had not even been to any places with landmarks. He's like Rapunzel in the Tower, isolated from the rest of the world.

Princess Hope shook her head and sighed, "Daddy doesn't remember either?" If only Lucien were here. ”

I can help my dad look at his brain.

Lucian, who was far away in the mysterious place, sneezed hard. He's been sneezing several times today.

Quack dodged the flames that erupted from Mr. Butler's mouth, and continued to study the magic array from a different angle.

"Okay, okay, I don't remember either." Bruce glanced at the terrifying and ugly one-eyed doll in the child's arms, and put the matter of correcting the child's aesthetics on the agenda: "So we are obediently waiting here for the great Mr. Alfred Pennyworth—I hope he will come out with the cookie to calm my mind." ”

I didn't understand anything, but the eyes of the child who heard the cookie lit up: "Daddy, my ice cream!" ”

Bruce viciously rubbed the child's head into a chicken nest.

The staggered child stomped on a protruding floor tile.

A rumbling sound came from the fireplace, the walls turned upside down, and the secret passages opened.

Bruce looked at the tiles he had just stepped on so many times and stood in place for a few seconds.

Then he stretched out his paw and rubbed the child's golden retriever fiercely.